A trip, a weekend, a eureka – things we thought will catalyze a turning point. Only it does not. For often, the things we run from are still waiting for us like stains in a windowsill. A familiar welcome. But hear me out and here’s the thing. Maybe this just means the change we seek isn’t in an instant but perhaps already in progress. This provides respite.
The battles, ongoing. The gears, shifting. All these invisible and not merely reserved for some grand loud gesture – but in the quiet rebellion, resistance, and resilience.
(c) Artherese, 2025
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